Those who think often transcend many of the goodness of this world.

It's as if hypocrisy is always better than violence.

What people think in their hearts is often different from what they see in front of them. Then if you only look at what you see in your heart, you will not see what you see in front of you.

Falsehood comes from what is in the heart.

Lin Futian actually didn't want to think too much about many things, but he had to think about them. After getting used to it, people with his troublesome personality feel that it is a trivial matter. Therefore, in the process of grinding, people can often accomplish many things that they do not want to achieve but can achieve. So is there more or less of these grinds? This is another question worth pondering. However, these questions are now being handed over to more young people.

I'm tired of reading poetry and books, and I'm tired of scenery.

Sometimes, you still need to stop and sit quietly for a while. After resting, move forward again.

In this way, we can go long-term and become more spiritual.

After the small turmoil of that day, Lin Futian and his party came to a faint yellow town, which was very old but very flavorful. Antique, full of vegetation, and those old houses are hooked together, like an "old couple" who live together. I just don't know if it's the same in the eyes of them who haven't yet become perfect.

The faces of several people were not very good, they were miserable and pale, as if they had been seriously ill and had not recovered for a long time.

"Brother Lin, let's rest here tonight, right?" Mo Yunfu glanced at the sky and said.

Lin Futian nodded, "Okay." ”

Lomé wiped the sweat from her forehead and licked her lips. It's not easy to have some smiles.

The two-day trip was indeed embarrassing for her.

The injury has not healed, and he travels every day. It's really not something that ordinary people can afford.

Lin Futian glanced at Luo Mei and sighed softly. I feel a little guilty. If it weren't for their eye-catching identity, they would probably still be walking the rivers and lakes now, right?

Zhao Jingzhi quietly glanced at Lin Futian, and then looked away. There are some things that are inconvenient to talk about, so they still stay in their hearts and are reflected in their actions. Such a silent understanding is the divine friendship between people, right?

She narrowed her eyes.

It turns out that the sunset sun is so dazzling.

There is no sign in front of the town, but a wooden sign is symbolically hung on it, like an arched bridge, which is placed at the entrance of the town. 、

In a small town between the mountains and wilderness, the road is mostly stepped by footsteps. Therefore, if you are too heroic when walking, you are walking with wind and dust behind you. Walking in a chic way, the people behind him are going to have a headache. You said that this is a good walk, how did you eat a mouthful of sand?

After walking into the town, a trembling old man attracted the attention of Lin Futian and his party.

She didn't dress very luxuriously, but she wasn't shabby either, and overall, she belonged to the kind of person who wouldn't lose her place when she wore it outside.

The clothing of the elderly can generally reflect whether the children are filial or not. Sometimes, the elderly will also compare themselves with each other and talk about peace

At that time, he rarely said that he was good at home.

In this regard, the old people are very happy.

The old man walked very slowly, and after listening to the conversation of the old man who was sitting on a stool in the shade, he realized that she had bad legs and feet, and had been injured in her early years, so she fell into this problem when she was old. Lin Futian stood aside, looking at the old man who was walking silently alone.

She didn't seem to care about the words of the old people around her, and she didn't see anyone she greeted along the way.

The reason why this old man made Lin Futian care was because of her eyes, in her eyes, Lin Futian saw a trace of confusion, as if he had forgotten something, and looked around. From afar, Lin Futian could feel the old man's pretense of calmness and the panic and helplessness in his heart.

Could it be that it is lost?

Lin Futian followed the old man from a distance.

Luo Mei and the others found a small inn and prepared to rest, Lin Futian said before leaving that he would go out for a walk by himself, and the tired few people just nodded, because they didn't have much strength to ask and answer anything.

It looks like I'm really tired.

It's really hard to travel, especially after being injured, the vitality is greatly damaged, and you encounter a long mountain road, and the water flows. If he can still be energetic and ruddy, then he is really a master. In Lomé's words, it is "born to be a fool." ”

So when she saw that Lin Futian was going out for a walk, Luo Mei, who was lying on the chair, couldn't help but sigh that this guy's energy was strong. Before Lin Futian left, he gave a heartfelt thumbs up to that annoying guy. The thumbs up shook slightly, as if he was saying goodbye to Lin Futian. Lomé's eyes were half-open, and he was a little sleepy. She simply lay on the stool and fell asleep, Zhao Jingzhi on the side smiled softly, and then put on a dress for her.

Mo Yunfu looked at Luo Mei and the others for a while, and looked at the food on the table for a while, he touched his gurgling stomach and asked carefully, "Do you want to eat?"

Zhao Jing smiled and said, "If you're hungry, eat first." ”

Mo Yunfu was a little embarrassed to move his chopsticks, hurriedly waved his hand, and said, "It's okay, I'm not too hungry yet, I'll eat later." After finishing speaking, he looked at the tempting meals on the table with "affection" and swallowed his saliva.

Zhao Jingzhi didn't say anything, he just wanted to see how long he could endure it.

Poor Mo Yunfu had no choice but to look at the unpalatable food on the table in a complicated manner, and then his heart was full of pain.

Over there.

Lin Futian suddenly stopped.

In front of the old man, a woman of great age arrived, about fifty years old. She was still nervous at first, but when she saw the old man, she immediately changed her face, scolding and saying that the old man was not, and always refused to let her worry about things. Not to be outdone, the old man immediately replied with color, the same scolding.

Lin Futian stood not far away and watched this scene, and couldn't help laughing.

It is worthy of a mother and daughter.

After scolding, the two of them walked calmly in the direction of home.

The daughter supported the old man.

old man

It seems that he is still angry, and his face is not very good.

When the daughter saw it, she just pouted and didn't care.

Lin Futian stood behind them, looking at the mother and daughter with interest.

Many magnificent waves in the world will eventually turn into ordinary words and words.

Remembering it in my heart, no matter how ordinary life is, it is also a scene of great openness haunting my heart and reflecting in my eyes.

The mother and daughter walked along a riverside path, and the willow branches on the side of the road swayed in the wind, gently brushing the brows of the mother and daughter, tickling.

Lin Futian, who was far behind, looked at the warm scene of the willow branches swaying slightly and the mother and daughter supporting each other, and squinted his eyes with a smile.

"The willow leaves raise their eyebrows and whisper, and the wind hangs thousands of willows. Lin Futian put his hands behind his back and stared into the distance.

The sprinkled freehand is an extraordinary artistic conception created by ordinary people.

The old man's daughter had never married, and since the old man's health gradually deteriorated, the daughter took on the responsibility of taking care of the old man.

From the good age of about 20 years old, until now, the temples are gray, and the green silk has turned white. The time fragments along the way are really heavy. But the scolding and scolding unconsciously survived. The old man was also worried about his daughter who couldn't get married, could it be that his daughter was not good-looking, and no one wanted it? But the daughter followed herself, thinking that she was a flower in the town back then, and later married her father, and became a yellow-faced woman. The old man doesn't want his daughter to find a good son-in-law, as long as he is a down-to-earth, patient and able to live. The old man often put these words on his lips, but his daughter never listened.

What the old man didn't know was that there were actually many people pursuing her daughter, more than she imagined, but every time the people who came to ask for marriage were blocked by her daughter at the foot of the mountain and refused. It's not that the daughter doesn't want to find a partner, but if she finds a companion by herself, I'm afraid that her mother will have no one to take care of her, and her father will leave early, so she still has to bear everything by herself.

For this matter, the daughter thinks a lot.

In fact, the people in the town also persuaded her a lot, but she didn't listen to anything, and with her own skills, she found a job in the town with plenty of time to take care of her mother. The people in the town saw that they couldn't be persuaded to move, so they had to give up, in life, for this girl can help then help, people are warm and cold, such as a winter stove, charcoal fire is enough, it is steaming and warm.

As her daughter gets older and older, the old man doesn't interfere too much in her daughter's lifelong affairs.

No matter what others say, as long as your daughter is happy.

But every time at dusk, the old man secretly looked at the side face of his daughter in the dim sun, and there was not much emotion in it.

The old man was a little disappointed.

She doesn't seem to be very happy.

Gradually, the old man seemed to hear something, and suddenly realized that all this was his own fault.

After that, the old man looked at his daughter, in addition to concern, there was more distress and guilt.

The daughter didn't move, but she saw everything

eyes.

So early the next morning, the woman ran to the house of the man who had said the wrong thing and scolded him for a stick of incense. The other party knew that he was at a loss, so he had no choice but to bear it.

At noon, the woman went home to take care of her mother, chopping vegetables and rice, and preparing what she would eat for lunch.

Everything is business as usual, and the days go by.

Time has gone round and round, sieving out a lot of "sharpness" and "childishness", leaving behind enough perseverance to face the cruelty of the world.

The old man's legs and feet became more and more inconvenient, and his daughter also had gray hair, and she became more and more powerless.

Luckily, it's business as usual.

On the top of the mountain, a small and small thatched house stands on the top of the mountain, proud of the changes in the wind and clouds.

The mother and daughter walked and walked up the mountain.

Back at home, the old man sat on a chair kneading her old legs, and she opened her chaotic eyes to look at the busy figure.

The old man felt guilty.

But she couldn't say it, because if she did, her daughter would be unhappy. will feel that I have not taken care of her for so many years.

As a mother, for a daughter, sometimes, it's not just about being a mother of a daughter.

Lin Futian stood outside the house, silent and silent.

He looked at the old man basking in the sun, and his busy daughter was cutting vegetables neatly, making a "bell-bell" sound on the cutting board, which was very neat. On the top of the cabinet on the side, those notes were densely written about the medicine and food that the elderly needed, large and small, no matter how big or small.

The words on the paper, crooked, are written seriously. Only my daughter knows what is written on the paper that has been summarized for many years.

Lin Futian looked at the words on the paper and nodded silently.

This is probably the most moving text in the world. I believe that even Nangong Qixi, as a "book saint", cannot deny it.

There are thousands of words in the world, but there are very few that are deeply touched by it, and even the eyes are pantothenic.

Lin Futian retracted his gaze and walked down the mountain silently.

For so many years, he prefers to look at other people's stories.

Because he feels that their stories seem to have the power to make people's eyes pantothenic.

No matter what the days are, go on.

It's business as usual, and it's probably the best word in the world to describe the world, right?

The daughter on the mountain was busy when she saw a pink envelope. She only glanced at it secretly, and her face was already flushed.

Her eyebrows and eyes are still clear and clear. It's rare to show the demeanor of a little woman today. She looked out and bit her lip.

Which unashamed disciple is so bold?

The old man looked at his daughter, who was very different today, and was happy.

People, it is with hope that they can have the strength to go further.

Everyone knows it, but it doesn't do it often.

The story of the town, after thousands of years and a long river, has become more mellow and intoxicating.

People can't help but have pantothenic sour eyes, and sincerely praise: It's very spicy!

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